Looking for good ancient songs and lyrics.

1. Essence and floating dreams---Winky's poem

White silk gauze and blue silk hair, your eyebrows are also picturesque

Looking at each other in a trance, no words can be said. Hemp

The moment of eternity turns into a moment

The passing years turn around and shed tears like rain

The sound of playing the pipa is so close but is far away

Looking back at a prosperous and prosperous era like an epiphyllum

The red cinnabar is magnificent and the alluring face is chanting the jianjia

The peach blossoms are gone and the lonely noise is gone

The fifth update at night The cold is empty and dull

The long scrolls of mountains and rivers are also yellowed and weathered by history

The care of you and me in my life is hoarse

Before the flowers and under the moon, the sky is filled with yellow sand

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The sound of playing the pipa is so close but so far away

Looking back at a prosperous and prosperous era like an epiphyllum

< p> Red cinnabar, graceful and charming face, Yin Jianjia

The peach blossoms turn away and the lonely noise

Kill for you, kill for you to seize the world

I have no intention of subverting the world. Struggling in life and death with resentment

The truth and falsehood of reciting the oath collapsed

Looking at each other so close and far apart, there are no words

The hollow and mute sound of the cold night

The mountains and rivers are long, but they are also yellowed and weathered by history

The care of you and me in my life is hoarse

The flowers before the moon turn into yellow sand in the sky

The vicissitudes of the years have passed over the mountains and rivers Picturesque

2. Wind, flowers, snow and moon---Winky's poem

The wind rises and falls and the flowers fall all over the ground

I can't taste all the five flavors

I can’t sing for many years and I am mute

Sadness, laughter, happiness, and tears are just the opposite, just like true faces and falsehoods

The flowers are blooming, the flowers are falling, and the prosperity of the world is gone

Can’t understand The vicissitudes of life

I can’t see the splendid mountains and rivers all the time

I’m worried about the past and present, and then I look back and experience the splendor

I sobbed countless times

I can’t tell you how many times I have missed my love

The full moon and the waxing moon in life after life

Jiang Feng’s fishing fire to Chou Mian

A lonely boat with the waning moon

Thousands The sails grow year after year

Smiling and sighing that the past is drifting away in the wind and disillusionment

The whispers in my ears yesterday have disappeared into smoke

How many passing years in this world have been paid in water Go east

Lie on your side in a boat and sleep on the water (the cold wind and cold wind in the middle of the night make you sleep amazingly)

How many sobs are hidden by the falling snow

It’s hard to tell if you can’t tell all the promises

It’s hard to tell if you can’t stop crying

It’s hard to look back, don’t sigh, regret the passing years, don’t worry about gatherings and separations

The waning moon and the rising moon evoke How much I miss

Smelling the faint fragrance is both real and illusory

I can’t stop laughing at all the jokes in this world

How many fleeting years have I been waiting for when all the sails are gone and the lamps are extinguished?

3. Qianqian---Brother Huiyin

Stepping on the ripples of clear dew in the small pond

Ripples in circles

The attachment is still withered by the breeze

Looking through the dreams of each other

It does not last long between heaven and earth

Every article emerges like a green one

The sound of falling rain is heard Echoing with soft whispers

As beautiful as your beautiful sighs

The wet and dripping ground outside the city is full of whispers

I find that you are indifferently avoiding me.

A swan song of love is nothing more than seeing who becomes a cocoon

I can’t go back even if I win or lose in a game with you

A song of understatement fills my breath

Looking back at you in desperate times

The clear dew in the small pond is rippled

Ripples appear in circles

That attachment is still carried by the breeze Withering

Looking through the dreams of each other

It will not last long between heaven and earth

Each article emerges like youth

The sound of falling rain The whispers echoed in the air

As beautiful as your beautiful sighs

The wet and wet ground outside the city is full of whispers

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Singing a piece of love is just to see who becomes a cocoon

I can’t go back even if I win or lose in a game with you

An understatement The outline is my breath

Looking back at you from a desperate place

4. Xiang Yu---Brother Hui Yin

It is said that there are many stories in the ancient city

Hidden in the outline of the city wall or in the corner of every alley

Inexplicably, suddenly I felt a little sad

The sky was hazy and the rain was falling and there was no way to escape

Like a splash of ink, a raindrop wisps

hazy the emotions in front of me

The worn traces

like telling memories

Proportionate Heartbroken, I have never forgotten

What kind of rain has it rained in the alleys of the city

The yellowing thoughts are so beautiful that it is difficult to continue dreaming

The dimly lit fireworks are scattered all over the ground

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The drifting of forever is a song from another life

What kind of rain has it rained in the alleys of the city

It is easy to grow old in this world, but it is difficult to preface it in the past life

The joys and sorrows are scattered, the flowers are falling and the flowers are speechless

Loneliness is a sigh

It is said that there are many stories in the ancient city

Hidden in the outline of the city wall or in the corner of every lane

Inexplicably, suddenly I feel a little sad

The sky is hazy and the rain is falling, and there is no way to escape

A raindrop is like a splash of ink

It’s hazy The emotion in front of me

The traces of dilapidation

Like telling memories

I have never forgotten even if I am heartbroken

Under the alley in the city After what kind of rain

The yellowed thoughts are so beautiful that it’s hard to continue dreaming

The lights are dimly lit and the fireworks are scattered all over the ground

The drifting of forever is a song from another life

< p>What kind of rain has it rained in the alleys of the city

It is difficult to preface the world of mortals and the past life

The joys and sorrows are scattered, the flowers are falling and the flowers are speechless

Loneliness in the world It's a sigh

5. Forgetting the Dust---Huang Ling

The world's beloved bird roosts at the end of the world

Across the river, listen to the tears, mist, rain and sorrow of flowers

When the moon is full, the lamp is like a fire and it is difficult for people to get together

Lonely and no way to go

Love changes are difficult for Chanjuan

Looking at the flowers and saying goodbye without saying goodbye

Lightly dancing on the jade strings and listening to the shadows in the cold window

The lonely person is uneasy

Ask who in the world cares about the sorrow of parting

Send me a thousand lovesicknesses Tears

Follow dreams

Who are you thinking about in your heart at this moment

If the clouds are easy to scatter, you can see through the two ends of the magpie bridge

A farewell to the river and the sea turns into a waste of time

Changes in love are difficult for Chanjuan

Looking at the flowers and saying goodbye without saying goodbye

When the moon is full, the broken lamp is like a fire and it is difficult for people to Gather

Lonely with no way to go

Ask who in the world cares about the sorrow of separation

Send me a thousand tears of lovesickness

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At this time, I am admiring myself in a foreign country

If the clouds are easy to scatter, I can see through both ends of the magpie bridge

The river and the sea are separated, and the smoke becomes wasted

6. Small town stories---Huang Ling

There are many small town stories and each story is different

It is called a kind of throbbing interpretation of you and me

Happiness and sadness Everyone is lonely

What is left behind and how much harvest is taken away

Love, hate, love and hatred, the moonlight shines through just because I can't

There is joy and song Turn into ink

Like waking up from a dream with tears

It is difficult to predict our joy when we are together and separated

The leisurely song of the gurgling river

Why ask the reason for the joys and sorrows

There are many small town stories that are included in the lights in the itinerary

Who passed through, but ended up passing by on your and my chest

Fireworks are like a lingering dream that cannot be held But it still shines

If you lose something, you have to look up and pursue it

Love, hate, love and hatred are endowed with the moonlight shining through, just because I can’t

Joy is transformed into song Ink color

Like waking up from a dream with tears<

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It is difficult to predict our joy and separation when we are together and separated

The leisurely song of the gurgling river

Why ask why the joys and sorrows are at separation and separation

The endowment of love and hatred The moonlight is clear just because I can't

Happy songs turn into ink

Like waking up from a dream with tears

It is difficult to predict our joy and separation when we are together and separated

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The gurgling river's leisurely song

Why ask why the joys and sorrows are at separation and reunion

7. The flower of life---Yao Beina

A half-opened flower

I tried my best but said it didn’t hurt

The wind touched her lightly

Dewdrops would fall

She was smiling Ah, she is dreaming

Dreaming about who can meet her

Kneel down on one knee and smell her gently

Like a pure fairy tale

There is no sand in the eyes

The more butterflies there are, the more elegant the face is

I have heard lies several times

I actually blushed

Thank you The half-grown flowers

Don’t dare to meet her in the mirror

Follow the wrinkles on the cheeks

The rainy season has already come

She doesn’t sleep, she has insomnia

Waiting for the wildfire to come see her

She wants to run away, where are her feet

The world is all around her

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There is no sand in the eyes

The more butterflies there are, the more elegant the face is

I have heard lies several times

I actually blushed

My eyes are full of sediment

The colder the weather, the hotter the colors are

Let’s dance in the strong wind

Come on, let’s be yellow

8 , Painting---Yao Beina

Keep your painting in my heart

No one can take away the scene of our first meeting

Even if the years tamper with me Beauty

You are still the passionate young man you once were

The story between you and me is only skinned

The lovers have changed their appearance long ago

But I Hold on to the pain but still be brave

The remaining memories are rampant

Don’t forget

Don’t want the truth

Because if I were yours Shoulders

Keep you in my heart

No one can take away the scene of our first meeting

Even if the years tamper with my beauty

< p>You are still the passionate young man you used to be

My bones will be entangled all night long

Who loves and who judges the rumors in this world

What is difficult about life and death? Don't worry about it

If I didn't have you, I would have to survive

The story between you and me is only skinned

The lovers have changed their appearance long ago

But I hold on to the pain and try to be strong

The remaining memories are rampant

Don’t forget

Don’t want the truth

Because if I were Your shoulders

Keep you in my heart

No one can take away the scene of our first meeting

Even if the years tamper with my beauty

You are still the passionate young man you used to be

My bones will be entangled with you all night long

Who loves and who judges the rumors in this world

What is life and death? Don't worry about it.

If it weren't for you, I would be living.

If it wasn't for you, I would be living.

9. Luthier---Audio Monster

< p>If you send a love to this string sound

The North Star echoes it from afar

Take out this paulownia piano for you again

I play like this again Carefully

You are the one who unchained my ankles

Walking in the palace humming a strange local accent

When I was playing the piano for the king, I turned around and saw you.

The emotion of first meeting is hidden in the sound of strings

The moonlight often comes to my hometown

Sending back the sighs of many people who have left home

Throwing You feed me that spoonful of hot porridge

These years can pass by quietly

The lights are swaying all over the city, listening to the rain

The night wind disperses several times Ripples

Listen to me practicing this music outside the door

I will prepare a raincoat for you

The sound of the piano reaches the homes of ordinary people

Some people are laughing and some are crying

Crying

In the depth of my love, I also shed a drop of tear

With the broken string, I regained my homesickness

You folded your fingers and made a butterfly fly from the window frame Get up

Flying over my fingertips and eyebrows

The sound of breathing gradually becomes quiet just because of you

Blow out the lamp and let me hug you

The King of Winter Solstice released me to return to my hometown alone

I carried the harp on my back and looked back to the palace.

You hum the half-quel song we all know so well

It Mixed with your low sobs

The road is long and long to my hometown

It is a poem that people can never finish

I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you

I feel sad that I can’t help myself

The moonlight often shines on my hometown

I am a fish put back into the pond

Thinking You fed me that spoonful of hot porridge

This memory ends there

These years are still passing by quietly

10. Suzhou City---Zhang Jiachen

What is the spring outside Gusu City?

I came to the lake at night to ask each other from Changzhou Garden Green to where

That The family clouds and towers are all kings and grandsons

The six dynasties of the Bitai scattered in dust

The remaining nine-layer gate will be cold forever

One dynasty landscape and one courtier

There is a sound in the garden

The breeze blows through the garden, blowing away the thin powder

The winding stream is next to the mountain house, and the He family's Xiaojie hates

The fragrance of medicine in the art garden, Drink a glass of wine while drunk

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Chunfengdu and the spring breeze guest, I miss you until I am old and white.

The sky is clear and the shadows are flying, and the rainbow is seen

The sky is clear and the shadow is clear, and the wind is riding on it

The waves are full of moonlight and the princes are seen

Proposed The poem laughs at the fisherman

In the painting of Orchid Snow and Plum Forest***

The clouds and the couplets enter the clouds and dragons

Listen to the rain and the wind coming from all directions

Who are you sitting with?

The cold mountains are far away, and the wild snow leaves no trace

If you ask where to go, the river lights illuminate the maple bridges

The mountains The pond is beautiful for ten miles, and the plum rain is dividing into dragons

The reeds knot the boat and I hope you will take care of it. The two places do not see each other

The stage is still a beautiful actress

But it has been reduced to Zuo Na Di Grave

Happy reunion in a dream garden

I’m afraid it’s just a dream

Let’s hold a candle and talk about old things

See you again A few words of farewell and folded hands

I don’t see the prince, I only see the king

Gusu City in the coming year

These are a few songs that I often listen to recently. There are too many to move out one by one.

/playlist/1188335 Here are some of the things I compiled.

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